Cunning linguist mouths a morpheme where a ma'am's babe's bred.
Her pearl mound tongue-speared; hairy cleft he, famished, spread.
Then she hummed, "Hey, I'm in a chubjunctive mood!"
He's up where there's sound. . .glottal-stop altitude.

Roiled, that is, back-throat, tensed past teeth.

Well, it's firm ling, the blow; friggin' fricatives there.
Kinked-throat hiss, sibilants missing air.
Flexed fella-phoneme shakes it epiglottally.
With a plosive, it unstuck and moved effortlessly.

Trilled, that is, lingual tool, moue meets spar.

Ululant, uvular good pry; the linguist's liquidin'.
Her fierce plosives make him explode; to dry, she's moppin' chin.
Her allomorphs, a biteless tweak. . .tube-twist vocality.
"Ewe blue a heapin' helpin'," quipped he, homophonically.

"Trilled-willie, that's it. Where ya spell. Chomsky chomp, cough.
Your drawl-hum's maxed now! Y'hear?"